Where shall this fear come from?
I am so close to the road, and yet, feeling like in the wildest forest...

Million of leaves surround my head, shinning with the sun, moved by the air...
What shall this presence be? That is here and everywhere, itīs sounding with the leaves, its dancing in the air, and ítīs being contemplated by a squirrel, as if were.

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